This is done by the setserial command, run from the start-up script /etc/rc.d/rc.serial. Check the man page for setserial and the Serial-HOWTO for more details. It may be worth a little experimentation with types, for instance try setserial /dev/mouse uart 16550 or 16550a regardless of what port you actually have. (For instance, mice don't like the 16c550AF).

∑ The ClearDTR flag may not work properly on some systems, unless you disable the RTS/CTS handshaking with the command:

stty -crtscts < /dev/mouse

(Tested on UART 16450/Pentium by Vladimir Geogjaev geog&#8800; [email protected])

&#8721; Logitech mice may require the line ChordMiddle to enable the middle of the three buttons to work. This line replaces Emulate3Buttons or goes after the /dev/mouse line in the config file. You may well need the ClearDTR and ClearRTS lines in your Xconfig. Some Logitech mice positively do not need the ChordMiddle line - one symptom of this problem is that menus seem to mov

ncient friendshipscontracted by officers of the contending armies during our last war withGreat Britain.

III. "It is granted that it would be better for man in general, if warswere abolished, and all means, both of offence and defence, abandoned.Now, this seems to me to admit, that this is the law under which God hascreated man. But this being admitted, the question seems to be at anend; for God never places man under circumstances in which it is eitherwise, or necessary, or innocent, to violate his laws. Is it for theadvantage of him who lives among a community of thieves, to steal; orfor one who lives among a community of liars, to lie?"

The fallacy of the above argument is so evident that it is scarcelynecessary to point out its logical defects.

My living among a community of thieves would not justify me in stealing,and certainly it would be no reason why I should neglect the security ofmy property. My living among murderers would not justify me incommitting murder, and on the other h

hammers, which I now cherish among my treasures.

If it had been a picture, I should have had it framed and hung up over my desk, a perpetual admonition to me to do my work well; not too fast; not too much of it; not with any showy false polish; not letting anything go till I had done all I could to make it what it should be.

In telling this little story, I have told thousands of stories. Take the word hammer out of it, and put glue in its place, and you have the history of Peter Cooper. By putting in other words, you can make the true history of every great business in the world which has lasted thirty years.

The true "protective system," of which we hear so much, is to make the best article; and he who does this need not buy a ticket for Colorado.

ICHABOD WASHBURN,

WIRE-MAKER.

Of all our manufactures few have had a more rapid development than wire-making. During the last thirty years the world has been girdled by telegraphic wires and

average.''

``This enormous difference,'' Mr. Taylor goes on to say, ``exists in all the trades and branches of labor investigated, from pick- and-shovel men all the way up the scale to machinists and other skilled workmen. The multiplied output was not the product of a spurt or a period of overexertion; it was simply what a good man could keep up for a long term of years without injury to his health, become happier, and thrive under.''

Ask the head of any important business what is the first qualification of a foreman <p 6> or manager, and he will tell you ``ability to handle men.''

Men who know how to get maximum results out of machines are common; the power to get the maximum of work out of subordinates or out of yourself is a much rarer possession.

Yet this power is not necessarily a sixth sense or a fixed attribute of personality. It is based on knowledge of the workings of the other man's mind, either intuitive or acquired. It is the purpose of this and su

the flavour ofSocratic irony in the narrative of Xenophon.

The Apology or Platonic defence of Socrates is divided into three parts:1st. The defence properly so called; 2nd. The shorter address in mitigationof the penalty; 3rd. The last words of prophetic rebuke and exhortation.

The first part commences with an apology for his colloquial style; he is,as he has always been, the enemy of rhetoric, and knows of no rhetoric buttruth; he will not falsify his character by making a speech. Then heproceeds to divide his accusers into two classes; first, there is thenameless accuser--public opinion. All the world from their earliest yearshad heard that he was a corrupter of youth, and had seen him caricatured inthe Clouds of Aristophanes. Secondly, there are the professed accusers,who are but the mouth-piece of the others. The accusations of both mightbe summed up in a formula. The first say, 'Socrates is an evil-doer and acurious person, searching into things under the earth and above the heav

feet, everything about him was too much chiseled, overdelicate. Sitting still, he might have been taken for a very pretty girl masquerading in male attire; but when he moved, his lithe agility suggested a tame panther without the claws.

"Is that really it? What should I do without you, Arthur? I should always be losing my things. No, I am not going to write any more now. Come out into the garden, and I will help you with your work. What is the bit you couldn't understand?"

They went out into the still, shadowy cloister garden. The seminary occupied the buildings of an old Dominican monastery, and two hundred years ago the square courtyard had been stiff and trim, and the rosemary and lavender had grown in close-cut bushes between the straight box edgings. Now the white-robed monks who had tended them were laid away and forgotten; but the scented herbs flowered still in the gracious mid-summer evening, though no man gathered their blossoms for simples any more. Tufts of wild parsley and columbin

counterpane!"

Doctor Ward sighed, as he shook his head. "I don't pretend to know now all you mean."

Calhoun whirled on him fiercely, with a vigor which his wasted frame did not indicate as possible.

"Listen, then, and I will tell you what John Calhoun means--John Calhoun, who has loved his own state, who has hated those who hated him, who has never prayed for those who despitefully used him, who has fought and will fight, since all insist on that. It is true Tyler has offered me again to-day the portfolio of secretary of state. Shall I take it? If I do, it means that I am employed by this administration to secure the admission of Texas. Can you believe me when I tell you that my ambition is for it all--all, every foot of new land, west to the Pacific, that we can get, slave or free? Can you believe John Calhoun, pro-slavery advocate and orator all his life, when he says that he believes he is an humble instrument destined, with God's aid, and through the use of such inst

uld see no signs of anything to show that there had ever been a building erected on the spot, and I grew more puzzled than ever.

Then, I heard a cry from Tonnison; he was shouting my name, excitedly, and, without delay, I hurried along the rocky promontory to the ruin. I wondered whether he had hurt himself, and then the thought came, that perhaps he had found something.

I reached the crumbled wall, and climbed round. There, I found Tonnison standing within a small excavation that he had made among the debris: he was brushing the dirt from something that looked like a book, much crumpled and dilapidated; and opening his mouth, every second or two, to bellow my name. As soon as he saw that I had come, he handed his prize to me, telling me to put it into my satchel so as to protect it from the damp, while he continued his explorations. This I did, first, however, running the pages through my fingers, and noting that they were closely filled with neat, old-fashioned writing which was quite legible,

wly came back.

Miri looked around the the people.

'Isn't anyone going to investigate?' she demanded, showing the palms of her hands.

She was met by blank stares and tutted, 'Cowards.'

Meru grabbed her arm, 'What are you going to do?'

'I'm going to have a look.'

'What? Are you mad?'

'No, I'm curious. This is a visit from the heavens, I must see them!'

She pulled away from Meru, and walked over to the object. She gingerly raised a hand and touched the object's flank. She was surprised to find it cool to the touch. The crowd watched her with trepidation.

'Miri, get back here!' Meru called.

'It's all right.' she replied. The crowd gasped as she vaulted up on top of the object and walked over to the hood.

Miri was confused by what she saw. Underneath the hood was something like a small room. There was a chair surrounded by a series of tables in which lights and buttons were placed. Many of them were a familiar and reassuring red colour, s

is so much harder, to be candid about ourselves. Let us look at ourselves as if we were so many bees and ants, not forgetting, of course, to make use of the inside information that in the case of the insects we so conspicuously lack.

This does not mean that human history, once constructed according to truth-regarding principles, should and could not be used for the practical advantage of mankind. The anthropologist, however, is not, as such, concerned with the practical employment to which his discoveries are put. At most, he may, on the strength of a conviction that truth is mighty and will prevail for human good, invite practical men to study his facts and generalizations in the hope that, by knowing mankind better, they may come to appreciate and serve it better. For instance, the administrator, who rules over savages, is almost invariably quite well-meaning, but not seldom utterly ignorant of native customs and beliefs. So, in many cases, is the missionary, another type of person in authority, who